KITTY FROM KANSAS CITY
(Harry Rose / Jesse Greer,   1921)


I have traveled everywhere in most every state; 
I've met girlies here and there and I think they're great.
But there's one that pleased me and squeezed me and teased me, 
Down old Missouri way.

Her name was Kitty, from Kansas City, 
Sure was a pity she wasn't pretty, 
Hey, Hey she's not hard to see,
She weighs two-forty three, 
I hope she doesn't get much fatter, 
But if she does, it doesn't matter;
Kitty from Kansas City, 
Now there's a girl that I adore,
She's so dumb, she doesn't know a thing, 
She thinks that July the Fourth is an English King! 
I love her, I love her, that's easy to see 
It's Kansas City Kitty for me.

Her name was Kitty, from Kansas City, 
Sure was a pity she wasn't pretty, 
Hey, Hey I loved her just because,
She's not the girl she was, 
How she can cook, and she can wash, 
But when she starts to love, 
Oh, Gosh! 
It's Kitty from Kansas City, 
Now there's a girl that I adore,
She's so dumb, her brain is in a whirl, 
Why she thinks that Babe Ruth, is a chorus girl! 
I love her, I love her, and I'm up a tree, 
It's Kansas City Kitty for me.